Bad Blogger Time

I have not been a very good blogger. A rather sad correspondent, in fact. I've thought about blog posts (at work, where I cannot write and post them, or in bed, where the laptop is simply too far away). I've considered taking more photos, to have photos to share. I've wondered about what I might like to document- the half-finished sewing projects, and the half-finished knitting projects.

Mostly I've just been busy having a strange new social life. I'm enjoying that, but so much for blogging.

And now I know it's just going to get worse. Social life isn't going away. And now it's November. Last year I chickened out. Last year I agreed to put aside my goal-oriented type-a-ness for the sake of someone else, and spending time with them. Well, so much for that- I should have chosen writing.

Hello, National Novel Writing Month. Ah NaNoWriMo, how I have missed you. I'm hoping to finish my cashmere stole sometime before New Year's Eve, so I can wear it. That's my metro project. But my other free time? Now sacrificed on the altar of bad writing, silly prose, and unedited wanton written abandon.

Join me? It isn't too late. I'm not even 2000 words into my novel yet (though I am close).

Also of note, on the personal and running side. I ran my first 5k this evening with my sister. In costume, of course- both of us were dressed quite appropriately. Photos to come, as soon as she uploads them!